I got a story, a story to tell
About a long road back from a sort-of hell
I been flying almost every night
I been ready to burn
And I been living to die
So take a look, take a look in my eyes
Cause I got no remorse for all the hate
That burns inside
Take a look at my suicide
Self destruction
I know the streets can be so cold
I know these streets
Can make you feel so old

I've got this gun to my head all alone
Another bottle of pills almost gone
My cigarette burns right through my soul
I'm almost home

And I've seen
Broken hearts and broken dreams
Like broken bodies under pale street lights tonight
I've seen the hate and yeah
I've heard the lies
So I turned my back
And now I'm on the outside

I know the streets can be so cold
I'm almost home
Self destruction
I'm on my way home